There was a man lying on his face, half in, half out of the bathroom. His arms were doubled up under his body.
Beery walked past Granquist, slowly across the room to a table. He turned his head slowly as he walked, kept his eyes on the man on the floor. He took off his hat and put it on the table.
Kells closed the door quietly and stood with his back against it.
Granquist stared at him without change of expression.
Beery glanced at them.
Kells smiled a little. He said: “This isn’t what I meant, Shep — maybe it’s better.”
Beery went to the man on the floor, squatted and turned the head sidewise.
Granquist swallowed. She said: “Gerry, I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it.”
Beery spoke softly, without looking up: “Bellmann.”
Kells locked the door. He looked at the floor, then he went to the table and reached under it with his foot, kicked an automatic out into the light.